I might be old but not senile yet

I hope someone out there can give me an explanation for what I am going to write here. Like I said in the title I might be old but not senile and when I’m awake I am awake.  Now this might sound crazy but last week there was one night I had trouble going to sleep so I just laid there with my eyes closed hoping that I would fall asleep. The only sound I could hear was low music on the radio and the snoring of my dogs.  Wait, it does get crazy.

New Blogs I've Stumbled On

I've been searching for similar blogs to mine and added a few to my blog roll on the right side.  There were a couple I couldn't seem to add for whatever reason, but I thought I'd mention them here until I can figure out why they can't seem to be added and then fix the problem.

Frist is Seeks Ghosts.  Second is Gregory Branson - Trent Ghost Hunter's Blog.  That's a mouth full.  The third one is called Ghost Stories.  Check them out, and also my expanded blogroll.

Remembered Priest

When I was a kid living with my grandparents in a little town in the Province of Quebec. We had a priest that had the same answer for almost anything tragic that would happen. His answer would always be ”it was God's will”. As kids we always had some questions for him because the monastery used to be next to the school. So whenever we were on break he would come along and talk to the kids and as usual we always had questions to ask him.

One day out in the yard during our break he came in the yard and to act like a smart guy I asked him what God looks like. His answer was "God is so beautiful that you can’t see Him." I then asked him "If you can’t see him how can you say he’s so beautiful"? His answer was just have faith and believe in Him. I told my grandmother about his answer and she said "if that’s what he told you he should know, he is the priest". 

In this little village whatever the priest said was true; as far as they were concerned, a priest did not lie. Every Sunday we had to go to communion but previous to that we had to go and confess our sins in the confessional. To me it seemed this priest was a drunk because when he spoke to you in the confessional to give you absolution his breath smelled so much of wine it almost made you sick. He was called L’abby - Filliatrault.

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